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He shrugs. “Or keep blushing. You’re cute when you blush. And you’re stunning when you come. Seriously, so far I can’t see that you have anything to be insecure about. You’re beautiful, babes, and so fucking sexy.”

This time the heat doesn’t stop at my cheeks. It radiates throughout my entire body, making me feel like I’m glowing. But it’s a happy glow, a hopeful glow, and walking through the woods with Justin’s arm around me and my hand still a little sticky feels good.

Hell, better than good. This might be one of the best days of my life, and I get to share it with someone I love, even if it’s not in that way. I’m a lucky woman.

And I’m about to get even luckier…





Chapter Fourteen





Justin




We grab a pie from Papa Mack’s and are back on the road in just a few minutes. All the way back to my place, I keep my hand on Libby’s thigh, my thoughts a non-stop smut-fest, featuring all the things I’m going to do to her as soon as I get her alone. First on my couch, then in my bed, and then in my Jacuzzi with my hands soaping her breasts while I reveal to her why my magic jets are so magical.

The thought of making her come, again and again, until she’s completely wasted on orgasms is enough to keep me rock-hard and aching, even before I allow myself to imagine her lips parting around my cock, her pink tongue circling the tip as I show her just how easy it is to make a man lose his fucking mind.

Two days ago, the thought of pumping between Libby’s lips while she sucked me off would have given me a guilt complex, but now it’s right up there with the most anticipated events of my year, right along with setting a scoring record for the Badgers and taking my boat on a cruise down the coast to Mexico as soon as the season is through.

“What are you thinking?” Libby asks, as we stop at a light not far from my place, waiting for the damned thing to turn green. Of course we’re hitting every damned light. It’s like the universe can sense how desperate I am to get Libs alone and is doing everything in its power to prolong the sweet torture.

“I’m thinking about your pussy,” I answer honestly. “And how I can’t wait to make you come all over my face.”

She laughs—soft and surprised—and her thighs squeeze closer together, trapping my hand between them. “You have the filthiest mouth.”

“That’s not filthy. It would be filthy if I said I can’t wait to fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue,” I say, curling my fingers into her muscled flesh. “That I can’t wait to be drowning in you because I’ve made you come so hard. Or if I said I’m dying to have your tits in my mouth while I—”

“Okay,” she says with another breathy laugh. “Point taken.”

“Not a fan of dirty talk? If so, I can tone it down.” At least until we’re naked and you’re riding my cock and I lose all control over the words coming out of my mouth. I know myself too well to think I’ll be able to Boy Scout it up that much. “Like I said, I want us to be honest with each other, Libs. If the dirty stuff turns you off, I want to know.”

“No, I…” She clears her throat. “No, it’s okay.”

“Okay?” I repeat incredulously. “Okay like oatmeal is okay for breakfast? Okay like soap is an okay gift if you haven’t known someone for very long. Okay like—”

“No, okay as in you’re cleared for dirty talk,” she says, a naughty grin curving her lips. “I like it.”

“Yeah? How much do you like it?” My cock shoves against my zipper, insisting it’s going to fall off of my body as an act of protest if I don’t get out of these jeans in the next ten minutes.

Damn traffic light. If we were at the front of the line, I would run it.

Libby turns my way, meeting my gaze as she says in a soft voice, “Well, my panties are wet again. So I’d say that’s a pretty good sign.”

I curse beneath my breath. “Oh, sweet Libs, I’m going to make a dirty girl of you yet, and it’s going to be a beautiful, beautiful thing.”

She smiles, her dimple popping. “You should drive,” she says, just as the guy behind me lays on the horn.

I put the pedal to the metal, making it to the parking garage in record time and swinging into my space fast enough to make the tires squeal. The second I shove the car into park and cut the engine, I lean over, capturing Libby’s mouth for a kiss, groaning as her tongue dances and swirls against mine, her shyness clearly a thing of the past. I can feel her hunger in the way her fingers dig into my shoulders, in the way she angles her head, granting me even deeper access to her sweet mouth.